Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.